I Can Devour Spirits

He will definitely practice it!

However, after this technique was altered, not only is it impossible to form a Qi Vortex, but it will also destroy his essence, causing him to die from essence exhaustion within a month!

Yang Sixuan suddenly looked up, gazing at Yang Yi, and asked: ”When did Shang Xiangyu’s hair turn white?”

Yang Yi was taken aback by Yang Sixuan’s sudden question, unsure why she brought it up so abruptly.

”It seems... about half a year ago...”

Yang Yi remembered when Shang Xiangyu’s hair turned white suddenly. At the time, he thought that Shang Xiangyu, being a Pharmacist, might have taken some medicine that resulted in that ghostly appearance.

But now, with Yang Sixuan’s sudden inquiry, could there be more to it?

He knew well that his second uncle was always reticent, never asking such questions without reason.

Yang Sixuan stood up again, with hands behind his back, pacing back and forth by the desk.

”... Half a year ago?!”

”That means he started practicing this technique half a year ago, and his essence is already damaged, leaving him only a month to live.”

Yang Sixuan gradually pieced together the situation. ”But Shang Xiangyu is a Pharmacist; he must have ways to prolong his life...”

”However, relying solely on medicine will never cure his essence exhaustion...”

As Yang Sixuan continued walking, he suddenly stopped, turning his head towards the five rare books about the Filthy Blood Sect on the desk, his eyelid twitching as he said: ”He wants to join the Filthy Blood Sect!”

”Second uncle, who do you think wants to join the Filthy Blood Sect?” Yang Yi exclaimed: ”You mean Shang Xiangyu, he wants to join the Filthy Blood Sect?!”

Yang Yi just thought Shang Xiangyu was suspicious; even finding early rare books of the Filthy Blood Sect in his secret compartment could only charge him with suspicion. But Yang Sixuan spoke with such certainty that Shang Xiangyu intended to join the Filthy Blood Sect.

Although he couldn’t know what led to Yang Sixuan’s judgment, he absolutely trusted it.

”I knew this guy had a major problem!” Yang Yi’s eyes flickered.

”About the incident with the exploding furnace, didn’t you tell me Shang Xiangyu had a new registered disciple this year, someone named Duan something?” Yang Sixuan suddenly said to Yang Yi.

”Yes. Duan Rong!”

”Where is he?”

”I’ve captured him! He’s locked in the dungeon.”

Yang Sixuan gave Yang Yi an approving look and said: ”Let’s go, take me there!”

The dungeon of the Judgment and Rectification Department was neither damp nor dim.

On a wooden shelf along the corridor lay a brazier, the bright firelight illuminating most of the cell.

In the cell opposite Duan Rong lay a haggard-looking old man, lounging with a Beast Skin Blanket over him. He glanced at Duan Rong and asked: ”Kid, what did you do to get captured?”

Duan Rong gave the old man a brief look and didn’t respond, choosing instead to sit in the dark corner.

Seeing Duan Rong’s indifference, the old man spat on the ground and cursed: ”What an ill-mannered little brat. I couldn’t care less about you! What a nuisance?”

Although the old man cursed at him, Duan Rong didn’t feel the slightest ripple of emotion. He needed a quiet environment to contemplate what might happen next.

Clearly, developments had taken an unexpected turn! Differing from his original plans, he needed to reevaluate.

Sitting cross-legged in the dark, Duan Rong closed his eyes, though his thoughts surged like a tidal wave...

About an incense stick’s time later, footsteps rang out in the dungeon suddenly.

The footsteps were unmistakably drawing closer.

Duan Rong abruptly opened his eyes, immediately lying on the pile of straw against the wall.

Lying there, he peered through the bars into the corridor and saw two people approaching.

One of them was Yang Yi, and in front of him was another person cloaked entirely in black, concealing their head and face.

Duan Rong lay there, unable to discern the person’s features.

Yet, this person walked ahead of Yang Yi, who followed respectfully behind, revealing their status with that alone.

As the cloaked person approached.

In the opposite cell, the once languid old man suddenly widened his eyes, as if receiving a great shock, and crawled to the farthest corner of the cell, throwing off the Beast Skin.

As he pushed off the Beast Skin, the clanking of chains sounded. The old man’s clavicles were pierced by thick chains.

Duan Rong clearly saw in the instant the old man saw the cloaked person, terror surged in his eyes.

Duan Rong almost immediately determined that this person was extremely dangerous!

At that moment, Yang Yi was already unlocking the cell door with a key, followed by the cloaked person into the cell.

Duan Rong sat up from the pile of straw.

Yang Yi stood behind the cloaked person, looking at Duan Rong coldly: ”Duan Rong! The lord has questions for you. Whatever you’re asked, answer precisely, understood?”

Duan Rong glanced at Yang Yi, then looked at the person hidden entirely in the black cloak, sitting cross-legged and composed: ”Please ask, my lord.”

”The two explosions in Shang Xiangyu’s furnace, what was he refining?”

Duan Rong’s eyes flickered, the voice being hoarse yet steady, suggesting the person was likely much older.

”I don’t know.”

Duan Rong’s voice was cold, devoid of emotion.

Of course, Duan Rong knew Shang Xiangyu first attempted to concoct a Rejuvenation Pill, and the second time a Blood Spring Pill. But these were things he gleaned through the Artifact Spirit devouring Shang Xiangyu’s discarded remnants over years. How could he disclose such knowledge to others?